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240 pages, Hardcover
First published August 6, 2020
What was it, exactly, that he liked so much? Was it because it had an aura of home, or because it felt completely strange and new? The fact was, home by itself depressed him. Home made him ill. Home, since leaving the library, had become intolerable. ….. In the last few weeks here in the hills, he’d come to enjoy the hectic excitement of the place, the noise and the relentless activity, the colour and sparkle and the glittering untidiness of the streets which every day turned up something surprising …… And yet he wasn’t sure if he’d like it as much as he did if it wasn’t for the things that were like home and therefore made him feel at home – the calm orderliness of the Botanical Gardens, for instance ………….. and the piles of Penguin paperback books in Higginbotham’s, all in English, most of which he knew like the back of his hand. Perhaps – he found himself saying to the old man, Jamshed, as they drove through the town and Byrd sat on the floor of the clattering auto just behind him – it was the combination of the strange and familiar that suited him. Perhaps there was a balance that was just right for his personality. Perhaps it provided him with a sort of perfect equilibrium.
